The man's breath hitched instantly, followed by a muffled groan as he pulled her tightly into his embrace, deepening the kiss.
For a moment, the confined space was filled only with their rapid and burning breaths.
During a brief pause in their prolonged kiss, his voice, muffled, asked her, "Are you jealous because I came to see Lilian, huh?"
"No..." Amelia struggled to steady her breath, turning her face to avoid his kisses, "Let me go, we're in the elevator..."
Daniel Cooper, as if doing it on purpose, kept her trapped in that small space, kissing her briefly and repeatedly, like a dragonfly skimming water, "What about the elevator? There's no law against kissing one's own woman in an elevator..."
Amelia continued to dodge his lips, "Get off me, who's your woman..."
He finally released her wrists, "You said, who is my woman?"
